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Rolling Nirvana

In late adolescence, I heard a song. It was called "Los Angeles," and it was by an outfit called X, who were quite possibly the greatest band to come out of this town in the late '70s-early '80s, and still proudly stand as one of the city's all time great groups. It appealed to my shambolic state at the time. I was…

Dung Never Sleeps

The excrement of avians is not being ruled out as a factor in the collapse of the I-35 bridge on the River Mississippi in the Twin Cities. Apparently, pigeon dung, when dried, exudes salts. Salts which corrode steel and wear away concrete. Years back, grates were installed on the bridge's structure to discourage…

Polizei on the Londino

Herr Roy and his compatriot Mister Ross are off to galavant about the Old Country again, this time in an unmarked, mystery-Polizei vehicle (we're guessing that it might be a Continental GTC, but have no conformation from Ross nor Roy on that at this point). The event? The Londino, a transnational treasure-hunt/tour of…

Ah, Joe Lucas Humor

While crossing the bridge to the media center on Saturday at Laguna Seca, we ran across a fellow wearing the shirt at left, bearing the legend: "LUCAS, Prince of Darkness. 'A gentleman does not motor about after dark. - Joseph Lucas.'" When we stopped the man to compliment him, Murilee noted that there are all sorts

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Zagato!

It's not as if we haven't enjoyed the designs that have flowed from the pens that led to bucks that led to wonderfully-formed sheetmetal that all began with the illustrious hand of Ugo Zagato some 88 years ago. But one of those moments where it all just really comes together — the tenth listen when the record one…